As children bring their broken toys
with tears for us to mend,
I took my broken dreams to God
because He was my friend.
But then instead of leaving Him
in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
With ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried,
"How can You be so slow?"
"My child," He said, "what could I do?"
"You never did let go."
Published in Ishaah.com
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